No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.

What do people mean when they say, 'I am not afraid of God because I know He is good'? Have they never even been to a dentist?

I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it?

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.

I sometimes think that shame, mere awkward, senseless shame, does as much towards preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as any of our vices can do.

Masks camouflage the faces of both good and evil. Keeps hidden what is a truth and what is a lie.

Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

The artist should fear to become the slave of detail.

I really believed that I was on the right track, but that did not mean that I would necessarily reach my goal

Never judge any person by his answers or questions but by his nature of character solely.

I struggle with deciding when to answer or ignore the constant speculation about my private life, because I feel like that doesn't belong to anybody but me.

It is not a zero sum game. The simple idea of the gains from trade lies at the heart of the modern and the ancient economy, not the power of capital. There is nothing else to it.

I don't really read a lot. Maybe I should.

Having first rate people on the team is more important than designing hierarchies and clarifying who reports to whom.

Natural affection is a prejudice; for though we have cause to love our nearest connections better than others, we have no reason to think them better than others.